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« on: May 08, 2008, 01:39:19 PM »
In quiet wooded camp out side of Hlint, Ren is scribbling his most recent thoughts in his journal...
"Gods, it feels good to be out again. I returned here to Hlint from my dreary depression in a corner room at the Scamp's Mug in Hempstead, and I am slowly doing better. I saw the elf Dew Wine on the way. I had encountered him some months ago outside of Vehl, and he gave me a blue rose, telling me not to forget my elven heritage. I told him how his gift had helped me, and he was happy to be off service. I think there is something this. Since my mother has passed, I think I have eschewed some of my elvish blood that I got from her. Dew Wine encouraged me to embrace this heritage and even offered to teach me the eleven tongue. That would be great I think. Something to remember, and sooner rather than later. Dew Wine insisted that I make time for it, and I think that would be good for me mentally.
Physically, I have been practicing my skills on the wretched Red Light goblins. They're tough little buggers, but they help increase my skills the more I fight them. And it helps keep them from harassing passer-bys on the trade road and attacking Hlint guards. I also need to look into going back into the Hammerbound Peaks, looking for Captain Juanita's oil that she lost. I tried going up there once, but the giants I scouted looked powerful indeed. I explored Storand's Crypt a bit as well, but the denizens of that place were powerful. Perhaps I should talk to one of my friends like Ben or Caerwyn before going back.
Time to rest for now... hopefully my next entry will be full of good news again."
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« on: April 29, 2008, 01:53:10 PM »
An unshaven and disheveled Ren sits in the dark corner of an inn in Port Hempstead. Still distraught at his recent encounter with the Soul Mother, Ren has not left the inn for days nursing his depression with sleep and ale. He squints at the sunlight that floods in everytime the inn door opens. Feeling the need to chronicle his thoughts, he opens his journal.
"At this point, I don't even know how long I've been in this inn for. My sword and shield have been sitting on the floor of my room seemingly forever, as I just shamble around them to go to bed or leave the room for the bar. The worst part is that I know how pathetic this is, I just can't seem to muster up the energy to get moving. Maybe I've just been doing too much lately, and I'm burned out. I've made numerous trips to Hlint to fight Red Light goblins, travelled to Alindor, and run all over Mistone. My brush with the Soul Mother is the cause of this depression. I thought my trip to Alindor with Hed, Ben, and Fianon helped lift my spirits, but it only did so temporarily. I visited Leringard to gather some roots for Ben, but that did nothing. As soon as I came back to Hempstead (another damnable boat ride, though I think I'm getting used to them), I plunked down in this inn and haven't moved. I've never consumed this much alcohol. And all because I feel like I haven't done anything or contributed to the greater good. I just wish that...hmm.
Ugh this is my problem. I'm sitting here, drinking, and whining into a stupid journal. This self-pity is getting me nowhere, and pathetic besides. Reading back over this entry I realize now I'm making things worse for myself. The best I can do is continue what I was doing. It might take me a few days, but I need to just get back out there. See Ben, Caerwyn, Fianon, Hed, whoever, and just keep working at it. I'll find my place somehow and someday. Right now, I'm doing no good to anyone. Alright journal, hopefully next time I'll have some more positive news for you."
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« on: April 14, 2008, 05:53:18 PM »
Before forgetting, Ren quickly adds to his journal:
"Before I close this for the night, I need to remind myself to journey to Stone in north-central Alindor again - it was one of the most impressive sights I have seen in my life."
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« on: April 14, 2008, 01:51:15 PM »
Amongst the salt-sprayed air of the docks in Port Hampstead, Ren wearily writes in his journal...
"Gah... that sea travel is a pain. Though my trip back here was not so bad, my first trip to Alindor, accompanied by Ben, Hedessa, and Fianon, was truly miserable. I was retching from the first few minutes in, only to have the sickness last through til the end of the journey to Mariner's Hold. My companions were gracious enough to travel there with me, as they knew of some folks that needed help. I helped one farmer destroy some frightening scarecrows that had animated somehow, another farmer recover what was left of his prize cow, and agreed to help rid Mariner's Hold of some vicious bugbears. Though I have not completed the last task yet, the first two were very satisfying. The lovely Hedessa's enchantments saved us from running in fear from the scarecrows thankfully. They were a dreadful sort indeed. Hedessa.... ah that one is trouble. She's a free-and-easy priestess of Xeen, a hard-drinking, whip-toting, and fun-loving beauty. All men should be careful, lest they become enamored with this woman, as I find myself wanting to be. I know better, however, as she is certainly not one to be saddled to one man. Still, she's a desirable traveling partner, both for her spells and fantastic wine (of which she gave me a bottle and I promptly made an idiot of myself with after downing it). I shall have to party with her more often. I made it back safely though, and more experienced from the journey.
On a more troubling note, one of my recent brushes with death left me meeting with the Soul Mother - and this time she left with something. I felt as if a portion of myself had been torn away. I must be more careful in the future. Until my journey, I was very depressed. It gave me hope, however - I know that I will be able to be a force for good in this world until that day that the Soul Mother takes the last of me. This I swear."
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« on: April 07, 2008, 01:56:53 PM »
Ren drops his pack and slump to the ground, exhausted from the day's events. Pulling out his trusty journal and quill, eager to record his thoughts and fighting off sleep at the same time.
"I finally was able to assist Tragnar in Fort Wayfare. The day began slightly discouraging, as I ventured again into the Red Light Caverns outside of Hlint. I had readied myself for combat, but soon found that all the denizens of that hovel were out, causing who-knows-what mischief. I took it upon myself to do some reconnaissance then, scoping out the cave and searching for the room of its leader. As I finished my investigations, however, the goblins started to return - at the risk of being overwhelmed, I made a harrowing escape. The goblin archers rained arrows on top of me while the goblin footsoldiers launched frontal assaults. Their cursed lights had enhanced their abilities, making them particularly hard. I barely made it out alive, staggering back towards this very campfire to rest and regain my strength. Upon returning, I met up with two friendly adventurers by the names of Fianon and Tritherion. Tritherion was a powerful fellow, and he led Fianon and myself into the heart of the cavern fearlessly, absolutely mauling whatever the goblins threw at him. Alas, Fianon fell to the soul mother shortly before the leader's room - he was unable to help us defeat him. We pressed on though, confronting the menace and his troupe of bodyguards. Again, Tritherion's ability overwhelmed them, though it was tough going. I took my fair share of lumps, but needless to say, Tritherion was the hero of the day. I still got the head, however, and returned it to Tragnar. I was given a hearty reward. I journeyed back to Hlint at the end of the day. Briefly seeing Fianon alive and well (thankfully!) and with Ben Poetr and his fiance, Natalie. As more Red Lights had already started to plague the area again, they were making a run into the cavern to help better the area.
Though it was nice to see Ben and Fianon, this disheartened me. How could the goblins return so fast? What good, if any, had I done? It has been some time that I have been adventuring Mistone, and I'm not sure how I have helped make it a better place. There must be some greater organization or greater force that I can serve to help this end. I am sturdy enough to go it alone, but I wonder now how effective can I be? Things to ponder I suppose. I.... must sleep now."
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« on: April 03, 2008, 01:44:38 PM »
By campfire light outside of Hlint...
"This is my first journal entry since journeying to Hlint. It has been rather eventful since my arrival. There are a few within the walled city that required, so I was happy to help. For Lt. Astork, I managed to help him with the goblin problem up here a little bit. I took out some of the Red Light Scouts that have been menacing the area. Nasty little buggers these Red Lighters. I also recalled that I am to bring the head of their leader to Tragnar in Fort Wayfare for his....uummm research. Odd. I ventured into the caverns and found the altar in front of the red lights that they seem to worship. I managed two levels of their disgusting abode, but did not dare go further. I know now what sort of bodyguards their surrounds himself with. I should wait to find allies to accomplish this end.
There was also the case of the bard who lost her necklace in a cave in the Sielwood. A cave in the Sielwood? Really specific, thanks. Oh well, perhaps someone else knows about the cave that she speaks of. Sounds like some sort of gelatinous predator may have grabbed it. Great, I hate dealing with those things.
Hmph. I'm tired and hungry. Time to rest."
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« on: March 24, 2008, 06:04:54 PM »
In Fort Wayfare, Ren updates his journal for the first time in a while....
"Well, it sure has been a bit since I've written here. Given my mother's insistence on the chronicling of knowledge, she would have been a tad irate. What to say... I have continued of late my business dealings with Ben Poetr. Just today I gave him some aloe and corn, and in return got some minor magic items that increase my strength - a good deal. Though he is gruff, he is truly a solid companion. Though to his face, I would not say so, lest I be met with a surly retort and a crooked grin. I also met a very strange elf named Dew Wine a while ago. I believe he was a priest of the earth itself, a druid. I helped him for a short time, and he gave me a blue rose, telling me to always remember the slight inclination I have for nature. I don't think it shall amount to much, but it is though provoking nonetheless. I hope Dew Wine is finding his way in this land, which is new to him.
My skills also progress well. I feel my longsword strike more intuitively everyday, damaging more and slicing faster. I have heard of some who completely devote themselves to the perfection of their efficiency with one weapon. This is something I might look on in the future. But for now, I am happy helping out those in the area, fighting against evil, and earning some true on the side. So far, all is well. I will write again soon."
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« on: March 08, 2008, 04:31:34 PM »
In his quiet room, Ren begins to jot down the happenings of his day.
"Today was eventful. I managed to find Ben Poetr, and he did more than buy the corn I had gathered. I went with him, a priestess named Hedessa, and a monk (whose name escapes me at the moment) to the Gloom Wood. We destroyed some undead (satisfying) and helped Riam, a commander of an outpost there, by ridding the area of a monster I believe called Zambia. It was a foul thing, and certainly I owe all of my companions a debt of gratitude. Though I'll have to keep that from Ben, he told me not to thank him anymore hahaha! Imagine that. He's a strange fellow, but I like him just the same. Very good company. We also felled some trolls in a swamp. I also managed to gather more corn and aloe. I also finally killed one of the pesky griffins on by wild corn growths. I relished that moment. I like it here more and more everyday...
Ahh, more ale."
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« on: March 05, 2008, 01:52:39 PM »
In the inn at Fort Wayfare, Ren sits at a darkened table in the corner, pondering the day's events over a mug of ale...
"This area of Mistone never ceases to amaze me. Since my time here, I have met many generous folks who are always ready to lend a helping hand and their companionship to me. From Dan (whom I saw briefly today) and Ben Poetr, who both have lent knowledge, aid, and advice (not to mention helpful equipment), to Caerwyn and Tegan, whom I met today. Tegan was a brief encounter, but she graciously allowed me to gather some aloe from the DIrty Claw Kobold camp, after she had already slain the foul brood that were there. She was a spellcaster of some note, so I paid her back (meagerly unfortunately) with some minor spell components I had collected. I have to admit, it is a curious profession. My mother, being a devotee of Aragen, the Keeper of Knowledge, had a few minor spellbooks. Though she was never a powerful mage, it was always fascinating to see her conjure up a set of whirrling lights or make a sound dance and twist with puffs of air. I'm not sure I have the mental capacity to follow such a path however; and besides, I have always felt more comfortable with a sword in my hand.
Caerwyn was a great companion. We both needed some corn, so we ventured onto the path to the Ire Mountain together to gather some. We easily dispatched the bugbears, with the help of Caerwyn's dire wolf companion Thane. Even more exciting, we managed to kill one of those ridiculous griffins that haunt the area. That was a personal accomplishment for me, I am beginning to really dislike those things. At any rate, Caerwyn was a welcome companion and almost a kindred spirit. He, as well as I, feel much more at home on the outskirts of civilization, avoiding its cumbersome trappings.
My skills are also growing. The long sword is beginning to feel like an extension of my arm, as Gareth told me long ago. I am eager to become more skilled, so I can do some real good in the world. On that note, I shall celebrate with more ale."
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« on: March 01, 2008, 05:09:26 PM »
The rain pounds on the barn roof as Ren writes in his journal:
"Well, it's been an eventful few days. After becoming indebted to Ben Poetr for the goods he and the generous Angels Guild gave me, I set about to paying them back. I gathers items their crafters require for certain things, including corn, aloe, and white mushrooms. The mushrooms were easy enough, but that #$#$@* griffin near where I gather corn almost sent me to the Soul Mother. Luckily I escaped and made it to Fort Wayfare. I passed out in the street, however, and fell flat on my face. Ever the hero. A passerby dwarf and a fellow named Marcus helped me though. The port really is an area filled with kind souls... speaking of which, I also met a fellow of Ben's named Bear. He was indispensable in helping me collect some aloe. Those rotten kobolds. Oh well, I still got much of what I needed. I even met Ben and gave him the resources and gathered. I think that pretty much wipes out my tab. I'll be doing business with them in the future. They're a helpful bunch, really dedicated to good as far as I can tell. Maybe in the future I'll inquire about membership. I also should see the dwarf in the municipal district about getting a crafter's certificate. How much true do I have... hrmph not enough. Guess I'll have to get some more goods to sell. Ah well, maybe I'll get to off a few kobolds and bugbears in the meantime."
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« on: February 26, 2008, 01:38:33 PM »
In the corner of the Hempstead barn, sitting next to his new ox, Ren opens his journal...
Entry 2
Well, that was an interesting night. I contacted Ben Poetr, Daniel's brother, to give him the box of skeleton knuckles that I gathered. Blood seems to be the only thing these two have in common. For Dan's helpful, pleasant, and polite exterior, Ben is gruff, sarcastic, and surly. I have to say though, I did like him. He berated pretty consistently, but I didn't mind. His honesty was actually refreshing. He gave me equipment totaling 1500 true, an amount that I am to pay back by gathering items. Aloe he noted as being important - I should remember that. Though verbally berating throughout our experience, he was just as helpful as Daniel. It is interesting to see however how different those two are. Curious. Well I suppose I should rest and then get going. If I intend to pay them back, I'll need to be gathering stuff as soon as possible.
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« on: February 09, 2008, 12:23:47 AM »
Will do, thanks for the help.
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« on: February 19, 2008, 01:43:56 PM »
In a darkened corner of an inn in Fort Vehl, Ren opens his journal and begins to slowly write...
"Hmm.... well this feels odd. This is the first time I have attempted to enter anything in here since leaving Garvin's home outside of Center. Given my mother's devotion to Aragen, she felt that recording one's thoughts and knowledge were important, but I've always been more inclined to other activities. This might help my current mood, however, as I have had some recent and thought-provoking encounters. While helping Captain Trent of Port Hampshire acquire the stick from a particularly nasty kobold, I made the acquaintance of one Daniel Poetr. Daniel is a Knight of the Wyrm, devoted to the god Rofirein. He made great efforts to help me in my new surroundings, even giving me select few items and true. I am forever in his debt. What I felt badly about, however, was my rejection (for now) of his offer for squireship. His brief teachings showed me the honorable and lawful duties of his order, but I still do not know if I am cut out for that type of service. I have always felt more comfortable on the outskirts of society, never having to be totally constrained by some social restrictions. I understand his devotion to good, however, as I ultimately wish to help this world become a better place. I... just am not sure. I suppose I should adventure some on my own more, then decide. I should be sure to visit Daniel however - he is the truest friend I have met since leaving Garvin. They're not so different those two, maybe that's why I like Daniel so much. Well, enough of this ponderance for now. Perhaps an ale will help quiet my restless feelings."
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« on: February 19, 2008, 12:55:58 PM »
Daniel,
I cannot thank you enough for your help the past evening. You have helped me practically and spiritually. Your the kindness and strength of your heart impressed, and I know now that service to your Lord is a most noble and worthy cause. Perhaps in the future, when I am ready and have found my own way, I will come to you and seek guidance. I hope to cross paths with you again, and maybe someday I can repay the kindness you showed me. Until we meet again my friend.
-Ren
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« on: February 09, 2008, 12:10:22 AM »
Quick question; Does Slice the Appearance Fixer offer any extra heads or just the standard NWN ones? I was going to see what he had to offer, but for some reason he wasn't responding to talk, either by clicking or the radial menu. Do I need special permission to change appearance?
Thanks, I can't wait to get into this world, it looks fantastic.
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